I can feel it rolling over me, this uncontainable wave.
I can feel it pinning me down with every inch of its weight.
I can feel how its white capped rage won't end any time soon.
I can feel how easy it is to be consumed.
It's sharpening its teeth,
and I am minding my own business
but it keeps drowning me.
I try to get up, but there is no relief.
There's a twitching in its eyes as it scans left and right.
There's a nervousness like mine in its back and forth smile.
There's something of you within this machine.
Are you sure you want to know if I can hear something breathing?
I know before you've been tricked into somehow believing that solace exists.
So are you sure?
Are you really sure,
that you want to know?
You want to dig up these bones?